Once upon a time when I was "married", he stood in the wedding hall, blessed me with a smile, and then destroyed my whole family.
Now that I was "married", he stood in front of me, shot the groom coldly, and told me that I would not marry.
He will always have a familiar smell and a familiar smile to me, but he is the past that I can least remember.
Even I want to take a look at my past. What kind of emotion could make me avoid him in the end? When I couldn't avoid it, in front of him, in a crowded airport, I calmly put a gun to my temple and shot myself?